Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Chile and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Urselle to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Easy Going,
Hot Snakes,
Crooked Eye,
Rotary Connection,
Carl Craig,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marine Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
Index,
Oblivians,
Henry Cow,
The Mojo Men,
Camouflage,
Q65,
The Motions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monolake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang On A Can,
The Busters,
Make Up,
Fad Gadget,
World's Most,
Spandau Ballet,
The Wake,
10cc,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
OOIOO,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Association,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cowsills,
MC5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gong,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Christie,
Icehouse,
AZ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Outsiders,
Scrapy,
The Sound,
The Invisible,
Kas Product,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.